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- Hello.

Hello.

- Move, move, move.

One non-com down.

There's another one down.

Building security.

- Holy shit.

- Move, move, move.

Keep your head on a swivel.

- Copy that.

- I'll take point.

Hands in the air, hands in the air!

Translator!

- Zero-four, take lead.

- Copy that.

- Cover flanks, I got middle.

Freeze! Put your hands up!

Turn around and drop the knife.

Slowly.

Drop the knife.

Drop the fuckin' knife!

Delta to HQ, target secure.

Commencing extraction to Citadel.

- There's a secret base in the Jordanian Desert,

code named Citadel.

Its purpose is top secret intelligence sharing

between five English speaking democracies,

known as the Five Eyes Alliance.

The Five Eyes includes the United States, United Kingdom,

Canada, Australia and New Zealand.

Because of its location,

there's also a representative

from the Israeli intelligence community,

which you know as Mossad.

In addition to protecting its array of servers,

the site is also used to hold

and interrogate suspected terrorists

from around the world.

- This wasn't your fault, Abby.

- An explosion has decimated

a major hospital in Istanbul.

10 Americans, including one US surgeon,

are counted among the dead.

- You have one saved message.

- Sorry, I missed you sweetheart.

I'm gonna be unreachable for the rest of the day.

I may have found a connection.

Still a little bit loose.

Worth checking out, though.

I love ya, honey.

- Ryan couldn't have known

what he was walking into.

His work was so important.

The agency owes you a debt.

- Thank you, Silas.

- Take all the time you need.

But when you're ready,

we'd like to send you back to the Citadel.

- I'm ready, Si.

I actually find peace in the focus

and the solitude of the work.

- You'll be on a transport to Citadel in 72 hours.

I'll brief you en route.

- I can't believe tomorrow's the last day.

Time goes too fast.

- I'll be back soon, it's a quick trip.

I found a document that connects the fertiliser

to Kyzanghan Enterprises.

My contact an Istanbul will only speak in person, though.

- Are they in danger?

- He's paranoid.

Just to be safe, I haven't been sharing everything

with Langley yet.

I'll be back in a week.

- Subject 99423, Interrogation 009.

Let's try this again, Farhan.

Did Hatchet give you any indication

of who his source was in Istanbul?

- I know nothing about the bomb in Istanbul.

My last communication was to connect him

to a friend of mine at Kyzanghan Enterprises.

- Narrow it down, Farhan.

- Maybe at the office in Ankara,

I don't know!

You don't understand, I am just a businessman.

I sold the information,

what he did with it is not my concern.

You are no different to me.

You don't tell the CIA what to do

with the information you recover.

Are you responsible for the people who die

because of what you do?

Huh?

- Don't worry, baby.

It's only a few more weeks.

This posting in Istanbul will be over before you know it.

- Abby?

- Nearly there.

I love you. - Abby.

Hey, sorry.

Rashid wants you in the rec room, it sounded urgent.

For the record, I'm gonna miss having you around.

- I'm gonna miss you, too.

- Hm.

- Don't let those guys give you a hard time.

- Ah, can handle those boys.

- Yeah, I have a feeling you can.

- I'm coming in with Abby now.

- Surprise!

- So, no actual emergency, huh?

- Well, apart from all the normal emergencies,

safety of the free world, all that stuff.

- Tada!

- Whoa.

What is that?

- That is a work of art.

It's the Capitol Building, obviously, in in DC.

- After a bomb attack, obviously.

- Oh.

- Wait, wait, cut the guy some slack.

You put a trained killer on a baking assignment,

you get what you pay for.

- Two trained killers.

'Cause my boy, Jordan, here, was head of ingredients.

- Oh, don't lay it on me.

I just said, "Pinch of baking soda."

- Citadel, this is 5779-Echo-Charlie,

requesting clearance to land, over.

- This is Citadel.

Watchtower receiving.

Challenge code?

Yankee-Juliet-77-Delta.

Response?

- Echo-Charlie, this is Watchman 1,

Yankee-Juliet-3087-Charlie, request granted.

Clearance?

- TS Asset, Hatchet, in motion.

- Did she say Hatchet?

- Get Abby on intercom.

- Watchman 2, report to Big Dog's office.

- Abby, we just got a call from Special Ops.

They're bringing in Hatchet.

- How do you know it's him?

We don't even know what he looks like.

- He fits the profile exactly,

and they found him in Ankara,

just like you said they would.

Arriving in two hours.

We got him, Abby.

- Abby, can we talk?

Let me interview Farhan just once.

You're leaving, that means I have to start all over

with some new guy.

I don't have time, I have a responsibility.

- We all have a responsibility.

- Look.

I get it.

You want to take down the people

who have taken so much from you.

I want to protect those who are still alive.

Farhan Barakat is up to his neck in this.

Give me the raw intel.

I have people on the ground who can investigate it.

- Mm.

No.

By the way, I don't like the way Mossad investigates.

- We get the job done, no?

- Yeah, regardless of collateral damage.

- Everything has a price.

It's naive to pretend there isn't one.

Are we on the same side, here?

Let's help each other.

- This is a Five Eye site, and your country's not invited.

You got a problem with that,

take it up with your pal, Rashid.

He's the Head of Operations, not me.

- I told you everything I know.

- Miller!

Outside.

What the hell's going on in there?

- You think it's a coincidence,

every time you grace us with your presence,

these motherfuckers start getting real chatty?

It's 'cause Briggs and I butter 'em up.

- Jesus Christ, look.

I know that you still think that you're First Battalion,

but you're not.

You're an employee of the CIA,

and as long as I'm in charge here,

we're gonna play by the book.

- Fuckin' analysts.

- Give me the room.

- This is how you live with yourself, huh?

Small acts of mercy in a torture chamber.

The same questions over and over, huh?

It's been three weeks now,

and I told you everything I know.

- Everything?

That company you told us about,

Kyzanghan Enterprises in Ankara,

Hatchet's been captured there.

Just like you said.

He killed over a dozen civilians.

- Maybe he killed them

because they didn't offer him something to drink.

- Cut the crap, Farhan.

He was looking for someone.

Maybe someone who could connect him to the bombing.

I want you to identify him for me, please.

Is it this guy?

- I am a businessman, okay?

I buy and I sell from whoever wants to trade with me.

- It's been a real pleasure, Farhan.

Good luck to you.

- Attention Security Team Alpha.

We have an asset inbound.

Please report to loading dock

for escort to holding level.

I repeat, Security Team Alpha,

report to loading dock for escort to holding level.

- Can't believe we got the guy.

- Yeah, well, you never know, right?

- You doing the honours this time, or me?

- No, man, I dealt with the last one.

You can deal with this sticky bastard.

- You're scared, that's okay, we all get scared.

- Yeah, there's another one.

I don't know why we bother sometimes, man.

Fuckin' off the streets.

I did dumb shit, huh?

Should've taken me off the fuckin' streets.

I mean, would I be a better person if they locked me up?

Probably not, but Marine Corps made me tough.

You know?

Made me hard to kill.

Are you hard to kill?

I'm playin', man.

Jesus Christ, you want some coffee?

- Yes.

- Well, well, well, if it isn't Delta.

Hey, boys, welcome.

Captain David Palau.

- Rashid Nassar, Head of Operations.

This is Abby Trent, CIA PSYOPS, second in command.

She'll be conducting the interrogation.

This is Tessa Harijan, my translator.

- Hi.

Hey, Abby.

- Tessa.

- You know each other?

- Yes, SERE training at Quantico, a million years ago.

- Good job with the intel on Hatchet.

- Actually, that was all Abby's work.

- Well done.

- Thank you.

- Can I talk to you for a minute?

- Sure.

- You might wanna take a look at that.

- Thanks, Captain.

- What's that about?

- No idea, they tell me nothing.

Subject for interrogation could speak Russian,

Arabic or Farsi, so...

- What am I looking at here?

- Kinda narrows down the tone.

- Who's authorised this?

- Orders from Langley.

I need 40 minutes, no cameras.

- This is unbelievable.

I can't approve this.

We're authorised to handle the asset here.

- And I'm overriding you.

- This is ridiculous. - Orders are orders.

- Information - Orders are orders.

that you caught him were from Abby.

- Shut off the cameras.

It's just him and I.

- Captain Palau asked for 45 minutes

alone with the prisoner.

No video, no recording.

- Son of a bitch, you told him no, right?

- He showed me a written order from Langley,

my hands are tied. - Wait, that's bullshit!

You know that.

That's the man who killed my husband,

Rashid. - I know.

- Your friend! There's nothing

I can do about it.

- No, I need to be in that room.

You know that.

- Access Interrogation Room 1,

Security Team Alpha.

- Who's Hatchet?

- First time I heard of Hatchet,

these three station agents turned up dead

in a safe house in Dushanbe.

They all had their faces peeled back.

- How did they know it was him?

- Well, supposedly he uses this

particular kind of fish skinning knife.

Handmade in Sochi.

They say every blade has a signature, you know?

Like the barrel of a gun.

- In Mossad, we tracked him for a while,

when he was working for the Revolutionary Guard.

Then he moved to the Saudis, then to the Libyans-

- Sure knows how to pick his employers.

- He's a disloyal shadow.

You know, in Hebrew, we call him the shedim.

Demon.

They say after the Houla massacre,

there was no running water.

So he bathed in the blood of his victims.

- No, this guy sounds

like a fairytale campfire ghost story.

- You'd be the expert on that shit, right, Chaplain?

- Consign a video to the interrogation room,

from now until 0045 hours.

No permanent record, no remote access by anyone

from anywhere on the base.

- Okay.

- Don't you worry, Hatchet.

Captain's gonna take real good care of you.

And there's a bonus prize for you, kiddo.

Yeah, you just won the big one.

There you go, nice and tight for ya.

- You wanna face covering, Captain?

- This guy's never gonna see the light of day again.

You can go now.

- Let me help you out.

Right this way, kiddo.

- Bye-bye.

- What's going on here, huh?

These guys are fuckin' cowboys.

- Ready for you, Captain.

He's all yours.

- Okay.

You got a handsome face, anyone tell you?

Hey, you know, you're not what I expected .

Then again, no one really knows where you're from

or who you really work for, right?

The Syrians?

Al-Mahas?

I mean, you wanna pick a fuckin' team?

Hm?

When I ask a question, I expect an answer.

Let's get the party started.

Woo!

Hm?

You probably think you know how this is goin' down, right?

I ask a few questions, you stonewall.

I finally give up and hand you back, but

that's not what's happening here.

Are you the operative known as Hatchet?

Who ordered the bombing in Istanbul?

Who sent you to Syria?

Was it the field agents in Al-Tanf?

Are you the operative known as Hatchet?

- I'm finding this kind of frustrating.

That hurt a little bit?

It's okay, you can tell me.

We already know you're a killer, right?

Hm?

And I have no problem terminating you right now.

A confession would be nice.

But you saying nothing, is the same thing in my book.

Okay.

Your choice, hang him up.

Hm?

How's that Hatchy, huh?

You like that?

Good, hm?

Good.

Hm? You talkin'?

Hm? Talkin'?

Okay, okay, Hatchy.

Talk to me.

Who ordered the bombing of the hospital?

Come on, talk to me.

No, no, no, no, to me.

I'm the one who decides whether you live or die.

You brought our toy bag, right, Garcia?

- We have gunfire in the interrogation room.

Gunfire in the interrogation room!

Send the scorch team, pronto.

- Switch on the fucking camera.

- Camera 1 obscured.

- Try camera 2.

- Switching to camera 2, hang on.

Camera 2 also covered.

- Man down! We got a- - Jesus.

- Get a medic!

- All personnel, code red.

Armed backup to interrogation.

- Stay in position.

- What we got?

- Shots fired, no eyes on scene.

- Situation report.

- Shots fired from inside.

We can't breach without your clearance.

- Hold on, they're on the way, come on!

- Briggs, get the gurney.

- Open the fucking door! - Copy that.

- Anyone gets past me, you're authorised to fire.

- We breaching?

- Breach. - Yeah.

- In three, two, one.

- Put your fuckin' hands up!

Hands up in the air, motherfuck!

- What the fuck, man down.

The captain's breathing, Jordan help!

- Yeah, got it. - Are you okay?

- I need you on the captain's legs.

- Get him up, go, one, two, three, go!

- Get him, come on.

- It's a crime scene, don't touch anything.

- Med Bay, incoming, gunshot wounds.

- Tessa, are you okay? - I need ice.

- Wait for me in the interview room, down the hall.

- Okay.

- I need to know everything. - Weapon's safe.

- Palau, stay with me.

It's gonna be okay.

Turn!

Spin!

Jordan, report back to Miller.

- Copy.

- You take his legs.

One, two, three!

- Prep for .

- Oh, he's got a big hole in his chest.

Captain Palau?

Come on, Captain.

Talk to me, say something.

You're gonna be okay, you're going into shock.

Captain?

Come on, Captain, you're gonna be okay, just look at me.

Don't worry.

You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay.

We gotcha.

Captain Palau?

You're gonna be-

- You'll never get outta here.

- Ah, who said anything about leaving?

- So Captain Palau was able to get a shot off

before Hatchet escaped both cuffs.

- Fuckin' Delta Force.

- Something's not right.

Shit.

Secure Level 1.

Uri, with me.

Rashid.

Oh, my god.

Rashid.

Rashid.

- Abby. - Stay with me.

Rashid!

- Abby.

Abby.

No, don't.

No, Rashid, no.

Rashid, no.

- I'm sorry, Abby, but we don't have a lot of time.

Abby, look at me.

You are now in charge.

You are in charge, we need a plan.

- Watchtower.

Do you have eyes on Level 3?

Watchtower, speak to me!

Command Centre, let's go.

Mia, Hatchet's on the loose, lockdown Control.

Mia, do you copy?

Mia!

Mia?

Mia.

Mia?

Oh, my god.

Mia.

I'm locking us down.

- Enter password.

Officer Trent, lockdown authorised.

Lockdown protocol initiated.

Executing Citadel lockdown procedure.

Executing Citadel lockdown procedure.

External access sealed.

- Why are we goin' to lockdown?

That fuckin' alarm.

- something went sideways down in interrogation.

- Probably fuckin' Delta Squad-

- All stations, this is Abby Trent-

The facility is under attack.

A highly dangerous asset is at large and armed.

We need non-lethal containment of the asset.

- Alpha and Bravo doors opening.

Alpha and Bravo doors open.

Alpha and Bravo doors open.

Alarm Detainee Block.

- Abby, someone's releasing the detainees.

- Alarm Detainee Block.

Alarm Detainee Block.

- All guards to Detainee Block.

We need immediate, non-lethal containment.

Shit, he's here for Farhan.

- Alpha and Bravo doors open.

- Detainees outta the box!

Briggs with me!

Wesley, Jordan, look right.

- Get the fuck back in your cell.

- Get the fuck back in your fuckin' cell.

Get back in your cell!

- I'm calling HQ.

Fuck.

- The lines are fried.

No external comms.

- Fuck, fuck, where's the book?

We need comms.

- Come on.

- Communication lost.

Countdown initiated.

- Countdown?

Countdown to what?

- If we can't restore comms in the next hour,

they send a drone to wipe us out.

- Fucking Americans.

- It's just a fail-safe.

All right, there's a lot of sensitive intel.

We're a remote base in a foreign country.

- Yeah, you say Mossad are the hardliners.

You're the ones taking out your own base.

- Shit.

- Get the fuck

back in your cell! - In your fuckin' hole!

What I fuckin' say, huh?

Stay in your fuckin' box!

- Moving up, back up, back up.

Make two secure.

- Two secure.

- Come on, huh, come on!

- Don't fuckin' think about it.

Get the fuck back in there.

Get the fuck in there!

Four's clear!

Oh, no you don't.

Don't you fuckin' try it.

On the fuckin' ground.

Stay on the fuckin' ground!

- Fuck. Oh shit!

Who turned out the fuckin' lights?

- Calm the fuck down, man, calm the fuck down.

- B-Side are clear!

- Clear, all good.

- Don't you fuckin' move.

Don't move!

- Hey, Miller! - The fuck?

- You take another step, motherfucker,

I'll put a hole in you, I swear to God.

I'll put a fuckin' hole in you, I swear to God.

That's right, motherfuckers!

- Back in your cell!

Get back in your cell, motherfucker!

- Get the fuck in!

- Shit!

- Back in your cell!

Back in your cell, I will shoot!

I will shoot!

- Get down! Jesus Christ!

- What are you doing? - No more, no more.

- Look, Akim, I don't wanna hurt you, okay?

Just relax, mate, and stay down!

- Okay, okay, my friend.

Okay, no more, no more, please, please.

- Let us out, hey, hey, hey. - Kill them all.

- Hey, come on, man, we can help.

- Let us out!

- Jordan?

Jordan, Jordan!

Jordan, hey, hey, Jordan.

Jordan.

Jordan!

- Oh, fuck, fuck.

- Tessa, Level 3.

Miller, Wesley?

- Down here.

- I'll check Bravo. - Okay.

- Let us out, man!

Miller, what the fuck?

Yeah, don't ask.

- Did you see Hatchet with Farhan?

- Thought Hatchet was dead.

- Apparently not.

- Oh fuck.

- Wesley?

Don't shoot me.

- What does Hatchet want with you?

- I'm not giving you any more than I have already.

- Quit fuckin' playing games

and tell her what she needs to know.

- And what will you do to me, huh?

I'm already dead!

- I knew we should have boarded this goat fucker.

- Shut the fuck up, Miller.

You.

You were held on base at Al-Tanf for a month.

After you transfer, five dead field agents

turned up in Syria.

Now, I know he is lookin' for you.

My question is this.

Is he here to save you or kill you?

- Please, ask him for me when you find him.

Or he finds you.

- Fuck sake.

Fuck!

- I'm putting you in charge of watchtower.

I need eyes and comms.

- All right. - Where are you going?

- Server room.

- Count down, 45 minutes remaining.

Password affirmative.

Officer Uri Wasserman.

- Chaplain?

What are you doing?

- Damn lockdown.

Abby, there's no sign of him.

There's a lot of blind spots.

This place is a fucking maze.

I'll check the camera logs .

- Uri, you got eyes on us yet?

- No.

The system on Level 4 is down.

Level 3 .

Level 2 .

Level 1 .

- Uri?

- I can't...

- We might lose radio contact, it's patchy down here.

- So this is the server room?

- Citadel's black box.

It's where we store all the intel.

Hatchet would try to target here.

- Officer Trent.

- Quite the setup you got here.

- Identification- - Every backup since

this place was built 10 years ago lives here.

Every part of the interrogation programme,

as well as all of my work on the hospital bombing.

- Security breach.

- Abby, I have playback.

Going through the camera logs.

- Oh shit, someone's tried to access

the server from offsite.

- Mm.

- Fuck.

Abby, come in.

Abby.

Abby, get the fuck out of there.

Tessa killed Mia.

Repeat, Tessa killed Mia.

- I'm sorry, Abby, I really didn't wanna have to do this.

- Abby, let me access the server and erase a few files.

- I don't wanna have to kill you.

- We're still on the same side!

- What the fuck happened to the translator?

- We had a falling out.

- What are you doing?

- She's a traitor.

She killed Mia and she put a gun to my head.

- Jesus.

She working for Hatchet?

- Or whoever Hatchet's working for.

- I thought she was your friend.

- Yeah, me too.

- Well, you gonna tell us what really happened down there?

- I'm not sure what the fuck you're implying, Miller.

- I'm not implying anything, I'm askin' a question.

- So what do we do now?

Hunker down, wait for the next supply delivery?

- That's not an option.

- Why not?

- Once we declare security breach,

if HQ can't establish comms within one hour,

we're deemed compromised, and they hit the kill switch.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What the fuck do you mean by "kill switch?"

- A drone erases this place and everything in it.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, fuck that.

Fuck that!

Okay, I say we cut our losses,

we get rid of the detainees,

and we blow the fuckin' doors.

- What, no, and Hatchet goes free?

No, he's mine!

- I don't give a fuck about Hatchet.

- You're gonna watch Tessa

and make sure nothing happens to her.

You are gonna keep an eye on him.

Wesley and I are gonna arm up.

- Recapture Hatchet? That's your plan?

- Yes, that's my plan, Miller.

And you better stay focused.

'Cause if he comes back for Farhan or Tessa,

you're the best chance we've got of getting the drop on him.

- Oh, I appreciate the show of confidence.

But just a reminder,

the score so far is five dead on our side, none on his.

And that's 'cause fuckin' analysts are calling the shots.

Not active duty servicemen.

- Former active duty.

You gave up your Army rank when you joined here

as a private contractor.

Live with it.

I'll be in the armoury.

Come on, Wesley, let's grab the C-4

so we can blow our way outta here.

- Yeah.

- Armoury doors, access Watchman 1.

- Whoa, whoa, hey!

- Jesus, Chaplain, what are you doing?

I don't, I was in my quarters when the alarm went off.

We're in lockdown.

Come with us to the armoury. - Okay.

- All right, let's grab all the C-4,

and after we stock up on weapons,

we're gonna have to clear every room,

every hallway, together.

- 'Kay, sounds like fun.

- Emergency.

Alarm system activated.

Emergency. Alarm system activated.

Emergency. Alarm system activated.

Emergency. Alarm system activated.

- The hell's going on out there?

- Some new clusterfuck.

We need to know what the translator's hiding.

Officer Trent said- - I don't give a fuck

what Officer Trent said, okay?

I got one rule when it comes to this shit,

that's stay alive, motherfucker.

Know 'bout you, but I didn't sign up

for no suicide mission.

Look, I guarantee you they've got an exfil plan.

She's gotta be in on it.

- 'Kay.

- Fuck!

Goddammit, he tried to kill us.

- There goes all the C-4.

- He's fucking with us.

- Fuck, I mean Jesus Christ.

Fuck!

- You all right there?

- Morning, Princess.

- Where am I?

- Oh, you're in hell.

- Yeah, I dunno what Abby told you.

But she's lost her mind.

- Yeah, you wouldn't be the first to suggest it, but, uh,

I'm gonna have to give her the benefit of the doubt.

- Christ.

- Chaplain, you gotta keep up with us.

- What, now, now I think I lost

a bit of my hearing, Abby.

- Yeah, you'll lose more than that

if you don't stay on your toes, mate.

Cover us.

- No, no, oh God, please, God, no.

- Release him or I'll shoot you both!

- No, no, no, no, just wait.

Wait one second, wait.

Let him go, let him go, let him-

- No! No!

- Abby?

- I can get up, I can get up.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Abby.

Abby!

I don't wanna die.

- You and me. - De-

- You and me, we're gonna play a little game, okay?

And the game is called,

"You tell me how you'd get outta here,

or I'll break your fuckin' hand."

All right?

You like games?

It's real simple, see, it goes like this.

I say, "How would you get outta here?"

And if you answer correct, I give you a prize.

And if you answer wrong, I break your fuckin' hand.

Yeah, just like this.

Mmm, not fun .

Should we try the little guy?

Let's see, the pretty one here?

- No, no, no. - Hm?

- Should we try this little pretty one here?

- Stop, no, no, stop! - All you gotta do

is tell me how you'd get outta here.

No?

- What's your exit strategy?

What's your fuckin' exit strategy?

No?

Now, we're going for number four.

- Uri, Hatchet has Chaplain.

Last seen leaving the rec room.

And Wesley's gone.

- What must we do?

They're on Level 2, moving south, in your direction.

Shit, just lost them again.

- 30 minutes remaining.

- Stupid cameras.

- No, no, no, please, please, please.

Help!

- Come on, come on, where are you?

You shedim.

Crew quarters.

Fuck!

Sorry, Abby, I've lost vision again.

Last saw him at crew quarters.

I'll try to get system back online, okay?

- Uri, he's not here, talk to me.

- I'm still trying to get the system back online.

Hatchet on the move, no Chaplain.

- He's been in my room.

- Abby.

I'll try and wake up the sat phone.

Think it's our best shot.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, you're fallin' asleep on me.

Don't fall asleep, baby, you're gonna miss the best part.

Now we gotta start on the other side.

- Okay, okay, okay, okay. - Stop, I'll talk!

- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

I'm listening.

- You want Hatchet to leave?

Just give to him Farhan.

That's all he's here for.

- No shit, huh?

I knew that bastard was withholding.

What does he want with Farhan?

- You really have no idea, do you?

You're just a contractor.

We're pretty similar, you know?

- Well.

I hope they paid you up front,

'cause you sure as shit ain't getting a success fee.

- Fuck.

- Any luck on comms?

- I'm working on it.

We're going to need to patch directly into the comms tower.

Might seem dodgy, should work.

- Copy.

I can't figure out how the hell Hatchet got to Tessa.

- Abby, Miller is in Farhan's cell.

- Come on, buddy.

You and I are goin' for a little walk.

- Fuck.

Miller, what's going on?

- Abby?

Abby?

- What the hell did you do to her?

- We had a conversation,

she told me everything I need to know.

We don't have time, I need to take action.

- She was a prime asset!

- It doesn't matter, anymore.

It's us or them.

I'm in charge now.

- Give me your weapons.

- This is not gonna happen.

All we need to do is deliver Farhan to Hatchet.

Once he gets what he came here for, he's gone.

And I, for one, will be right behind the motherfucker.

- You can't just release him into the wild.

- That's exactly what I'm gonna do.

Briggs, take her sidearm.

- This is mutiny.

- I'm sorry, Abby.

- You had your shot.

It's called doin' what it takes.

- Don't you touch me, you fuck.

- Gimme your comms, hand 'em over.

- Fuck, Miller, seriously.

You're gonna bargain with a psychopath.

- This is for your own good, okay?

You'll thank me, eventually.

- You...

If all hatchet wanted was Farhan, he would've taken him.

This situation is way more complex than you realise.

- Ready?

- You're out of your depth.

- Let's go.

- Miller?

Think about it, something else is going on here.

- Come on, Buddy. - Miller, stop.

- We're off to see the wizard.

- You can't bargain with Hatchet.

Fuck!

- Mom, look!

Look there, right there, it's a crab.

Look, look!

Look, it's a crab, it's got sand on it.

Can I hold it?

Please?

Pick it up for me.

- Audrey, what are you doing over there?

- I wanna get in the water.

- Quick, come on!

- Whoa!

- A crab, look, a crab!

- Okay.

- Can you pick it up for me?

- Okay, I got it. - It's moving.

It's moving. Ah!

- Come on, Mom.

- Okay.

Hey, come on, babe, let's pick up the crabs for Audrey.

Something's not adding up.

My contact just switched locations for the meeting twice.

- Watch your back.

There's something big happening this week.

- Still haven't sent my intel to Langley.

Just gotta text with the new location.

I gotta go to, doll, love you.

- I love you, too.

Be careful, Ryan.

Be careful.

I'm telling you, Silas, Farhan confirmed it.

- You sure he isn't misleading you?

- I found a document, that backs up his story.

It could not have been a bomber.

- Does anyone else know about this?

No, I haven't shared it yet.

I wanted to make sure it checked out.

- Send it to me.

This could be explosive if it gets into the wrong hands.

- If this checks out, it means

the link to Kyzanghan puts Hatchet's source in Ankara.

- Hatchet?

It's your lucky day.

I brought your guy.

Look, it's a simple trade, man.

No tricks.

You take Farhan,

we all get the fuck outta here.

- Abby, are you there?

I think I have a solution.

Half a solution.

What the fuck?

- Hatchet?

- If you don't want 'em, I'm happy to waste 'em right now.

We doin' this?

- Uri?

Oh, fuck.

- Sorry, Abby, what's happened to you?

- Raymond's gone rogue, he took Farhan.

- I'll kill him.

- We need comms.

Time's running out.

- I've managed to hack something together.

- We gotta hurry.

- This should work with the satellite.

- Nice.

- But you still need to wire directly

to the cliff face antenna before you make the call, okay?

- Let's go.

- What did you tell him about me?

- Nothing, nothing.

- Good, good.

That's all I needed to know.

- Oh, Farhan.

- Oh, fuck.

- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

- You noticing a pattern here?

- He's tying up loose ends.

- Yeah, and I think I know why.

I know I said I wanted him alive.

I'm giving you the okay to shoot on sight.

Fuck.

Let's get to the loading dock, it our only way out.

- Come on, come on.

Come on, let's go, come on.

- Okay, I'll head for the radio antenna.

- Remember, wire directly to the terminals.

we should get a signal.

- What if I can't call off the strike?

- Everything has a price.

And, if I go, I'll take him down with me.

- I'll get to the comms.

- Shhhh.

- Put this on.

Go on.

And this.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Put it on.

Comin' up, come on, up.

When that door opens,

you run as if your life depends upon it, you got that?

Okay?

Good luck.

- Hatchet down.

I got him.

- Confirm the kill.

- No.

Homestead, this is Citadel.

Watchman 2 calling.

Do you copy?

Homestead, I repeat, do you copy?

- Homestead, this is Citadel.

Watchman 2 calling.

Do you copy?

- Watchman 2, this is Homestead.

Clearance code, over.

- My security code is Juliet-Charlie-022455.

The detainment facility is now secure.

Please abort drone strike and confirm.

- Negative, Watchman 2, clearance code rejected.

Drone inbound.

- Oh God.

Homestead, I repeat.

Please abort drone strike and confirm.

Negative, Watchman 2.

Board is unchanged.

- Come on!

You're no demon, are you?

You're just a man.

- Uri.

Uri?

- Show me your hands!

Slowly.

- Okay, okay.

- Put down the C-4 and step away.

- Okay.

Okay, easy.

- Put it down!

- Easy.

Nice and easy.

- Stop moving.

Stop moving.

I said stop moving!

- Okay.

Fuck.

- The only thing that got me through this

was knowing that I was gonna be the one to find you.

That I would get all the answers

to the questions that keep gnawing at me.

Farhan, he was set up so that I'd bring you in here.

It was a drone strike, wasn't it?

The attack at the hospital?

- Yes.

- 186 people died that day

because someone at the CIA ordered a drone strike.

And I don't know if it was intentional or a fuckup,

but Silas sent you in to cover it up.

- Fuck.

What can I say?

Hey, the agency assigned you your cases,

they assigned me mine.

They clearly didn't fuckin' count on you uncovering this.

- They order you to murder a base full of people.

- Orders were to remove the intel.

You think they give a fuck how?

- You're fucking outta your mind!

And it's gonna end right here.

End fuckin' what?

Huh?

You think I'm the only fuckin' Hatchet?

Yeah, I wasn't the first,

and I certainly won't be the last, Abby.

Huh?

It was, it was a mistake to assign you to this case, Abby.

Your report started the whole fuckin' thing, you know?

And all that evidence you're gathering,

hell, you think anyone else gives a fuck about it?

- Aww! Fuck! - I've spent every hour

of every day wondering what happened to them at the end.

And now you are fucking gonna find out.

- Come on, Abby.

None of it fuckin' matters.

Come on, just, you're not a killer.

Hey, I'll get Silas to go along with our story.

We'll be each other's witness.

You think you just walk away?

Huh, there's nowhere you can run.

There's nowhere you can fuckin' hide!

They'll find you!

I won't die today!

I won't fuckin' die!

I am death, you hear me?

Fuck.

- We've got a live one here.

Don't worry, we're the good guys.

- What do I file this under, sir?

- What do you file what under, Lieutenant?

- Understood, sir.

Over and out.

- Now I know the truth.

Who the real enemy is.

It was a mistake to assign me to this case.

I'm their problem now.

The real monsters are still out there.

And they have no idea what's coming.